I’m marching to a different drum!
The road less traveled has begun!
I hear the Plymouth Rocking song;
My pilgrimage of life is on!
I packed my tissues for the times
When I can only pray and cry.
Brown-paper package full of hope.
Whatever happens, I can cope.
The chalkboard of my mind is white
And ready for the Highest Light!
It may be fast or may be slow,
But with the music I will go.
I’m keeping on, whatever comes,
And marching to the Spirit’s drum!
A second response to
Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #42.